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We've missed you gypsy soul. Where ya' been? The Dude Abides!

welcome back, Gypsy Soul, this show is for you! ummm, I'm afraid that JB Goode is not correct for any of the rounds... by the by; the most recent round is here: http://www.dead.net/forum/false-alarm-only-game-town?page=39 after round 2, the 'network' gave us our own channel. it is in the News and Talk Section, under: False Alarm. Round 12 is up for grabs. love and peace. "What's the point of calling shots, this cue ain't straight in line Cue balls made of styrofoam and no-one's got the time"

JOHNNY B GOODE nothing left to do but smile, smile, smile

shivers in my spine, dude. shivers up and down my spine. thankx for sharing. ************************************* Hunter wrote this, and it was read at Jerry's funeral: Elegy for Jerry Garcia Jerry, my friend, you've done it again, even in your silence the familiar pressure comes to bear, demanding I pull words from the air with only this morning and part of the afternoon to compose an ode worthy of one so particular about every turn of phrase, demanding it hit home in a thousand ways before making it his own, and this I can't do alone. Now that the singer is gone, where shall I go for the song? Without your melody and taste to lend an attitude of grace a lyric is an orphan thing, a hive with neither honey's taste nor power to truly sting. What choice have I but to dare and call your muse who thought to rest out of the thin blue air that out of the field of shared time, a line or two might chance to shine -- As ever when we called, in hope if not in words, the muse descends. How should she desert us now? Scars of battle on her brow, bedraggled feathers on her wings, and yet she sings, she sings! May she bear thee to thy rest, the ancient bower of flowers beyond the solitude of days, the tyranny of hours-- the wreath of shining laurel lie upon your shaggy head bestowing power to play the lyre to legions of the dead If some part of that music is heard in deepest dream, or on some breeze of Summer a snatch of golden theme, we'll know you live inside us with love that never parts our good old Jack O'Diamonds become the King of Hearts. I feel your silent laughter at sentiments so bold that dare to step across the line to tell what must be told, so I'll just say I love you, which I never said before and let it go at that old friend the rest you may ignore.

Hi Y'all, I wrote this poem about Jerry the day after he died. It is from memory, so it is not exactly what I wrote, but it is close. I wanted to share it with my family. Please share it with any family who might get something from it. My gift to all of you.... No Stella, No Dew, No Cumberland Blues No Speedway, No Aiko,Or Row Jimmy too No Bertha, No Shakedown, No Wheel No more No Terrapin, No Eyes, No Knocking on Heavens Door Comes a Time Came, and He's Gone went Money Honey finally came up with the rent Dark Star shattered, Black Peter played Shining Star shined 'till its dying day The Breadbox has dough, The jelly has rolls, The Fire on the Mountain is nothing but coals The Wharf Rat did, and Don't Let Go didn't The Eyes of the Maker are always well hidden The Wheel is turning, Stagger Lee has Balls, St Stephen has gathered all that he lost The Sunshine came, Help is on the Way, Visions of Johanna are now all that remain The Loser is losing, The Deal is done, and we'll never forget you, who shined like the sun. Be well all of you. And rest well,Jerry! I think about you every day! Midnight on a carousel ride, reaching for that gold ring down inside. Never could reach it. It just slips away. BUT I TRY!

One more day I find myself aliveTomorrow maybe go beneath the ground See here how everything Lead up to this day And it's just like any other day That's ever been Sun going up and then The sun going down Shine through my window And my friends they come around

I made through another 4th of July with all my appendages. Actually had a great day and I hope everyone else did, as well. Fuck it Dude, let's go bowling!